Part 2.

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It was already the end of the day and Harry and I walked hand in hand, towards his car.
"So, would you like to go out for lunch before going home, or just eat at my house?" Harry asked. "Let's just order a pizza or something at your house" I smiled. "Cool..." He replied, holding the door for me as I got into the car.
We listened to Fleetwood Mac and Harry belted out the lyrics to 'Go your own way' while I laughed and moved my hair from side to side. I loved it when he sang, it was one of the most wonderful things about him. His raspy voice was beautiful, and he always seemed happy while singing. I smiled as I watched him sing his heart out while he drove us from school towards his house. He seemed to notice, because he turned to me a second, and stopped singing. "What's the matter babe?" He asked me. "Nothing... It's just... I love you so much..." I said, just like I had during lunch. He squinted his eyes a bit, as if by curiosity. "You can't use that same excuse more than once, I really want to know what you're thinking this time" he said, smiling a bit. I giggled, knowing he had caught me. "I can use that excuse whenever I want, because it's the truth... But truthfully... I guess I was just thinking that we've been together for so long, yet everyday makes me love you even more. I don't know how that's even possible Harry, but it is" I ran my hand through his soft hair, and he smiled widely. "I love you too Y/n... So much. I can't wait to graduate so we can finally get out of this town, and take on the
world" he said.
I contemplated his words, smiling as well. Harry wanted a future with me, as I did with him. "You really mean that?" I asked, still amazed that I had him beside me through thick and thin. "Of course" he simply said. "Harry.... You know I want to travel, and I know you want to go to college in the fall... How will it work?" I asked, more worried ever since Gracie had asked me about it earlier. "Don't worry about that, I'm sure we can figure it out. We always do" he said, smiling and patting my thigh with his hand. I just nodded, as he parked his car in the driveway.

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